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When will it be time
For the sublime
For you to be mine
And Let love take a chance
Afford me a second glance
So fate can take a hold
And love can be bold
Our souls pledged to each other
No longer look at another
Only hope awhile
A hope for that smile
To show your feelings pure
Allow my heart a cure.
But my feeling are hidden
Absolutely forbidden
By my complete morality
My complete insanity
In not being able to confess
And stop the second guess
That goes on in my mind.
It’s just a hopelessness to find
A discrete inch of hope
At which I can grope
With my withering hand
Stretching out of the quicksand
Of my recurrent dreams;
Trickling like a stream
A little tear escapes
Forever drapes
It’s little trace of hurt
Makes its final spurt
Down the wanderings of my life
Built on insignificant strife
From a defective girl
Who caused my feelings to unfurl
In an un-natural way
Took her chance to make me pay
For her disquiet inside
Fermenting a thousand lies
And countless false attractions
So now my heart won’t sanction
A confession to your face
As I fear I couldn’t replace
The strength I now have inside.
And yet. And yet I feel
Relaxed in your presence
I feel your warmth and essence
Radiating from within.
Your laughter and tenderness,
And a heart that says ‘Yes’
Allowing my hopes to endure.
There’s no need to hide my dreams any more;
I wish to wrap you up in my arms
To be dazed by your charms
And to lie by your side
Feel love that strikes at my very core
Forge my soul with yours
And experience a happiness eternal.
By looking into the purity of your eyes
I see a reflection of all that I am
And wish for no more than
Your swollen heart to be mine.
No longer do I feel alone,
My insecurity has been disowned.
I am now able to say those heartfelt words:
‘I love you’
Form:
Xmas ushers hope, as dawn breaks
Beginning of new age
God’s son descends; our dead heart shakes
That we turn a new page
We may become as He
In carefree, joyous spree
Shedding lust and envy
Helping man to cope
Xmas ushers hope
~~~
Xmas ushers hope, for mankind
Feel heart aglow beckon
Like Jesus, free from ego bind
The time’s now to reckon
We are not mind-body
Let’s discard thoughts shoddy
Love and light embody
With love let’s elope
Xmas ushers hope
~~~
Xmas ushers hope, if we shift
In resonance with love
No longer in desires adrift
Head and heart, hand in glove
Jesus has shown the way
Trust God; with each breath pray
Making love our mainstay
Cease to strive and grope
Xmas ushers hope
26-November-2021
Triple Quietus
''X'' Contest, New or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
I peer into your depth bypass my reflection
See an image of another day out of time,
Mingled with spirit calling for one’s affection
Lurid evidence still of industrial grime.
Yet this fertile inspiration moved a nation
Arteries connected living channels of hope,
Creation of working class whom knew their station
Seeking a desire for work each day they did grope
To touch the water ripples flow and circles spread
The cut healed with sutures holding tight bank to bank
My sentiment grows with each circle cast thy bread
Eyes look into mine from the waters depth are blank
Bypass my reflection I see yours looking up
Your maker took those with no silver spoon to sup
© 20/11/2013
Collaboration by Harry J Horsman & Mandy Tams
Contest Entry
I noticed just yesterday
while glowering about something else
now already
once again
forgotten...
I seem to have lost my good-sensed humor
along my stumbling
isolating internal say
Toward this red STOP! sign
searching for a different way
To find a new Earth center
for healing active hope,
To sing new scales of joyful
sad sharp focus
Performed more locally
and possibly reformed less reflectively
mesmerized by fame's monopolistic grope.
This new reselective time
Less silently reserved
Less anxiously depressed
Less repressively suppressed.
Each morning's dawn warning
to worship at new altars
Renewing robust octaves of communion
encompassing organic green nutrition
To redesign all creatures here below
more positive above
good-humored love
with timeless passions
hilariously sensed together
yet tragically shoved
apart.
If I were not so sweet sixteen
prepared to restart home's immigration scene
again for my first time,
what would I rechoose to do
becoming compassion's singing rally
with rainbow hearted allies?
If I were thirty-three,
my age of messianic crossfire
for all to red angry
horrifying see,
what would I choose to resurrect again?
And why would this revoiced
rechoiced healthier community
support potentiating integrity
with more robust good humor
this well-timed passed over
and back around
on sacred wellbeing
more interfaith
as multiculturally safe
and healthy ground?
If I were twice
my god's reflective age
revived,
what would we joyously choose
to re-member
as half-life good golden sense
for revolving salvation's climate humor?
For this tragic comedy
of tumorous migration
anxiously anticipating
integrity's full ZeroScores
restoring just right species
may not be mine
next time back around
multiculturing herstory
All together one predation
praying for exterior relations
more integral summations
than humorless,
silent rumorless
quiet aging absence
of eternal sad-paced
barely surviving mercy
At least sufficient for noticing,
just yesteryear
while glowering about something else
now already strange sadly *****
once again forgotten.
I have lost my track, all around I see only darkness.
Is it because my eyes are blind folded or my sight impaired?
I grope and stagger, not knowing where my next step leads.
This miserable plight leaves me greatly despaired.
A thick veil has been drawn all about me,
Hindering my sight. What I see is ink blackness.
I wish to move into a world of light and life,
A blissful state of better awareness and gladness.
I know there’s a light at a distance, so bright and blinding.
It's more powerful than the light from all lamps.
I plead God to direct me to that light hidden from my view.
Allowing it to penetrate my being, filling up all empty blanks.
* * * *
He whispered- “Why search for light when it is inside,
Tear off the shroud and you’ll see the self-existent light”.
Rising to a new awakening, I looked inside, saw my ego,
Hung as a curtain over my eyes, veiling my sight.
The very moment I fell on my knees and ardently prayed,
“Let the waves of light pass through every sinew and bone,
Of my being and tear off the veil obstructing my view,
And lead me to light, never making me stumble in a dark zone”.
God graciously heard my prayer and beams of light fell on my way.
Felt I was floating on the crest of the waves of delight.
Along with this new insight, colours and tunes poured in endless cascade,
And my whole being got soaked in the lustrous beams of light.
May. 9. 2023
Placed Second in Unseeking Seeker's Poetry Contest
Here I journey
In strange deep dark,
To spy a spark
That bids me see.
Dark is the night
As I grope round,
Seek glimpse to ground
Loss of clear sight.
Glimpse if I can
The true pathway,
Through night and day
To know brief plan.
Drenched in the storm
Where darkness wets,
Loss paves rough set
In sheer harsh norms.
Cold and wet rain
Soaking up hope,
Blindness now scopes
Cold marrow pain.
Here as I dare
Brave wet wet pain,
Let the cold rain
Lay blame I bear.
Is there a way
To see more clear,
In spite of fear
A better day?
Leon Enriquez
04 November 2018
Singapore
Start
I’m sure you’ve heard his name before
From stories of knights in days of yore
Born in village La Mancha in Spain
Was enthralled of knights, he chose to feign
After resurrection, to America he came
In search of adventures and fame
As legend goes, every knight must have a lady- love
To bestow his “victories” to her as it behoove
He chose Princess Melania as the apple of his eye
And began his quest with her name as the battle-cry
He persuaded a ‘Sancho’ to be his faithful squire
With promise of an island to govern as his gift to aspire
Obsessed by the chivalrous deeds of knights he read
He decided to ride a horse which was almost dead
In search of the helpless to defend and the wicked to punish
He began his knighthood with a resolve to fight to the finish
He soon discovered that times have changed
There weren’t any country sides where Kings reigned
Nor castles to conquer or giants to attack
His weird armor and battle cries only drew flak
Nevertheless, he charged at a parked garbage truck
Struck it with his lance using all his pluck
Construing it to be an enemy out to destroy him
But, he fell to the ground with a broken limb
Bruised and battered, Sancho helped him up
Took him to a hospital for a thorough checkup
The doctors patched him up and examined his head
Found its content deficient, but permitted him to go ahead
Resuming his journey he saw a kitten hidden in a bush
“Let’s grope for the pussy,” he yelled at his horse with a push
The horse galloped fast but stumbled as it fell
The kitten got panicky and fled like hell
It’s enough for the day, felt the Don and returned to his lady love
He took a ‘selfie’ with her sitting on the statue of a dove
He knelt before her and said, “Here are my trophies for you”
Presented the broken lance and smashed helmet, before bidding her adieu.
End
I seek escape from this side of the fence where
Grassy thorns beneath my feet pierce my sole.
Scrambling, ambling, trekking to the freedom
Awaiting on the other side.
I search for pockets in my ascent
Digging trembling fingers inside
its moulded, muddy enclosures, securing each grip
Then clawing my way up until
I grope my way over.
Lest I should fall as my nimble and bruised tendons
fail me and my blood-thorned feet derail me
Let me land with a thud o’er the other side of the fence
Rather than fall on the familiar turf where my body is forever spent
And my mind, broken and bent.
CLOUDY SKY
Cloudy sky
Say no more to us
About rain to come.
For acrid are your lies,
And by your rhetoric speech
No more are we enthralled.
For, this perennial drought,
On pages, in archives lies.
For rain to come,
In vain revelry the farmers wait.
For no wages, like a serf in the
Corn field they toil.
Your oath of fealty you scorned
And in the belly of sectarianism
It erodes.
Cloudy sky.
Say no more us
About rain to come
For the seedlings from drought’s
Heat wilt and by the arbor of your
Cloud eclipsed are the dreams of
The saplings, etiolated in gloom
For sunlight they grope.
Cloudy sky
Say no more to us
About rain to come.
Cloudy sky
Say no more to us
About rain to come.
For horrid are your lies.
See,
The fettle faces that cheered
You to the pinnacle now shrink
From dearth. Wane, once glaring
Eyes in their hollow socket cringe.
Languid now are those sprightly
Hands that lifted you from the craddle
To your apogee.
From your wanton revelry the thunder
Claps and into the serenity of the famished
It cuts as with parched throat for the opening
Of the sky’s door for even a trickle they wait.
Gnarled children from famine on the scrawny
Backs of their mothers berth,
And with baleful eyes for them
The scavengers wait.
Cloudy sky.
Say no more to us,
About rain to come.
Form:
I like for things to stay the same
But changes come and I always exclaim
“Jesus, Help me – I pray in Your name…
Guide me past the worry and shame”
I miss the way things used to be
When I was young, alive and free
Joy rising in my heart, I agree
This was the time of miracles for me
I long for those moments of hope
Knowing Jesus would help me to cope
With sorrows that caused me to grope
In fear, feeling like I was hung on a rope
Refrain:
Darkness dims my soul’s view
With colors black and blue
Reminders that I always knew
Without Him, I can’t face the new
Changes like this are often burning
Dread and doubt are there, churning
Reminding me of the shift as I’m turning
From the familiar to the alien, undiscerning
Worries reflect my worries and strife
As I tremble with fear from their knife
Will I ever find hope in this new life
Where I struggle to adapt despite rife
Time presses me forward into the new
Guiding me to believe in the joy that grew
With a prayer answered by the One who
Loves me like His child, with a love so true